From Charlestown we headed for our luxurious accommodation in Falmouth, if ever you need a bolt hole, Olly’s apartment down in Falmouth is well located just beside the maritime museum and around the corner from Pendennis Castle. Pendennis castle is closed until April pretty much but we only found this on our last evening in town when I drove up castle drive and dad and I walked up the path in the dwindling daylight hours as the stalks of grass soaked the edges of our jeans. An incredible view from Pendennis Point over Falmouth bay.
Pendennis Castle was built as one of a chain of forts running along the coast of the southern half of Britain, in response to the threat of invasion to Henry VIII from the French and Spanish. Henry had changed the religion of England to Church of England so he could get a divorce, money and more power over his country. The pope had asked the French and Spanish, who both had strong armies, to invade England to perform a restoration on the country's religion. Shame it was closed!!!
First day trip out of Falmouth was to tempt fate as the country was under siege from continuous poor weather systems sending Gale and Storm Force along the SW and Western sides of country. Out to Lizard Point which is the most southerly point of UK in Cornwall. Bitterly cold and everything closed up due to lack of interest from the locals, after being whipped within an inch of frostbite we loaded up and did a circuit around the Heritage centre before setting off for the tiny port of Porthleven which had been featured on the morning news as being almost washed off the map. An incredible morning tea stop in a café placed right in the path of the incoming waves into the port so we could sit in awe whilst enjoying our perfect tea and home cooked cakes in relative warmth. Nearly blown off the quay and back to the car, we followed the narrow streets up onto the overlooking cliff top lookout where we watched a little fiat being battered and in danger of being blown over on its side. Out of there before I had to answer tricky questions to BJ and continued around the coast line to St Michaels Mount which is cut off from the mainland by the tide and whilst we sat in the car park across you couldn’t see where the supposed access road at low tide would have been.